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Disclaimer: You know what you can and can't read given your national laws; I won't patronize you by telling you whether or not you can, indeed, read this.

This is more of a personal disclaimer. In my previous story I mentioned that each of my stories would have some element of truth. Given the graphic nature of the following piece, I'd like to point out that that caveat is moot in this instance. This, you see, is just a fantasy of mine; and not even with legitimate substitutes. I love all of my sisters, especially my little sister, and I would never do this. It's just a fantasy. Because, kids, incest is usually always hot unless it's your sibling in question.

Thanks! Enjoy.

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It was a Sunday afternoon and the sun, though shining brightly outside, filtered meekly through the closed blinds which protected me from outside gazes. My legs were tangled indefinably between the folds of the damp covers which, on occasion, would take the liberty to shift around and tickle the velveteen tissue which I currently massaged. Between the gentle strokes of the sensitive nub above my lips and the brief, albeit heavenly dalliances taken by two fingers to explore my damp depths; between all that I would lose myself in fantasy. I was fifteen now and almost five months had passed since I had my first... Thoughts about other girls.

Instance would bring the occasional arch of a back, raising my bare breasts into the air and squeezing from my lungs a weak moan. While the invisible tongue between my legs lapped me closer and closer to climax, I heard the door in the room adjacent to mine close.

My sister was either mad or changing, neither of which were beneficial to my current state.

With a sigh, I wriggled out from between the covers and tossed on my fuzzy white bath robe, hoping against hope that I'd soon get to remove it again. I opened my door and trotted over to hers. Checking that my robe covered myself completely, I knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" answered an eleven year old chirp.

"Mara? Are you alright?"

"Yep!"

"Okay," I hesitated, "So what're you doing in there?"

"Gettin' dressed."

"For?"

"I'm going swimming, Alix!"

Cue moody little sister, take one.

"No you aren't, Mara. Stay inside; I don't want to have to watch you."

She popped her head out of her door, presumably not fully dressed yet.

"Well I guess mom will have you to blame when I drown," she said, closing the door again.

"Come on, Mara," I sighed.

"Just get dressed, Alix, it'll be fun. Besides, we never hang out anymore."

I groaned in what, in retrospect, was the typical pout of a fifteen year old.

"Come on," she coaxed.

"Fine."

I turned to saunter irritably back to my room to slip on my swimsuit while behind me the excited squeaks of my sisters ran muffled through the pine door. As I dropped my robe to the ground, hearing the thick fabric fall with a soft flutter, my sisters door opened and I heard her footsteps hesitate a minute. Through the vague sieve of a cracked door, I thought I saw her pause and look at my nude frame, but I dismissed the idea; her footsteps resumed much too quickly.

Still, my heart raced briefly. My swimsuit was nowehere to be found. Flustered, I grabbed a pair of cotton panties and a tanktop and, before I slipped on the underwear, I dabbed between my legs with the robe. So with the hope that I wouldn't flash a camel toe to my sister and with bleakly decorated white undies and a top, I tromped on down to the poolside.